One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[When through the meads I go]
“Consider the lilies of the field.”
When through the meads I go,
Or where Lent-lilies blow,
Or purple pasque-flowers, and primroses pale;
I think they look'd e'en so,
When my Lord lived below;
So in their month made sweet the chosen vale.
Or where Lent-lilies blow,
Or purple pasque-flowers, and primroses pale;
I think they look'd e'en so,
When my Lord lived below;
So in their month made sweet the chosen vale.
All tender and all mild,
A little two-years' child,
He mark'd them trembling on the slender stem.
Sweet Innocent! and He
Did stoop, it well may be,
Right pleased, as other babes, to gather them.
A little two-years' child,
He mark'd them trembling on the slender stem.
Sweet Innocent! and He
Did stoop, it well may be,
Right pleased, as other babes, to gather them.
Emptied, as was His will,
Who erst did all things fill,
The Lord that made them knew them not by name;
The speech of heaven foregone,
Not yet had learn'd our tongue,
And pluck'd with inarticulate sweet acclaim.
Who erst did all things fill,
The Lord that made them knew them not by name;
The speech of heaven foregone,
Not yet had learn'd our tongue,
And pluck'd with inarticulate sweet acclaim.
Lord, when I stand and gaze
On the night heavens, Thy ways
Confound my thought, they are too great for me;
But wonders, these are none,
Thou hast them so outdone
In the great ways of Thy humility.
On the night heavens, Thy ways
Confound my thought, they are too great for me;
But wonders, these are none,
Thou hast them so outdone
In the great ways of Thy humility.
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